Cen Mohan did not even look at her. As for Wang Zhiyao, whose eyes were red with rage, he did not spare him so much as a sidelong glance. After speaking, he turned and headed to the front.
"Is everyone here?"
One of his assistants stepped forward and pulled out a chair for him. "Chairman, everyone is here."
After Cen Mohan sat down, he raised a hand, signaling the shareholders and senior executives of the various companies to sit.
"I've read the reports for the past two years from the subsidiaries, and I understand the situation."
"Those of you who've been making little moves had better rein yourselves in. Don't wait for me to take action. When the time comes, if you lose everything and end up in prison in your old age, don't blame me."
The shareholders and executives, who had just been about to sit down, instinctively straightened again. Sweat began to bead on their backs.
Sure enough, this man was not someone to provoke.
What did he mean, he had just returned to the country? He had clearly been back for quite some time, investigating them thoroughly before calling the Shareholders' Meeting to put them in their place.
Cen Mohan swept his cold gaze over everyone and raised a hand.
The female assistant behind him swiftly took a stack of documents from her briefcase and placed them on the table in front of him. She then quickly retreated two meters away, cautiously keeping her distance from him.
Su Qiao was a little dumbfounded.
This man didn't even have obsessive-compulsive disorder.
Why did it feel as if the female assistant was terrified of touching him?
She had been feeling a little unhappy when she saw that he had a female assistant, but now...
It seemed she no longer